LT Toxin Arlill: The waiting game.
Toxin Arlill
(( T-1 Independent Bay, Operations Centre Lower Floor, Deck 7, USS Octavia E Butler ))
Nilsen: So what we do next? Any ideas?
Richards: If someone is missing their crate. They might come looking for it. We should check surveillance of the shuttlebay, just to be safe.
Nilsen: That makes sense
Arlill: Good suggestion Lieutenant ::towards Richards::
Richards: But they might be too smart for that, especially with the…
Nilsen: The cubic lock…I dunno. I know with the camera Sherlock would know in her sleep if something was up with them. I’m guessing you can access them and have a look?
Richards: Responses?
Arlill: We need to look at them soon, for all we know the crates ::air quotes:: owner might use the same method to figure out where it went.
Nilsen: Here's what I don't get, why this? We have food replicators, the other had basic stuff like EPS control units, and sensor parts and we've more or less confirmed this is a smuggling job.
Toxin's mind was already in turmoil with Henri hanging out, the mysterious crate, and now Lhandon's sudden desire to become a percussionist. He was about to ask him, no order him to stop, but then he continued.
Nilsen: But also to get access to the cargo bay of two Federation starships and deep space nine is no easy feat, so why go through all this effort for this basic stuff?
Arlill: Doesn’t seem to difficult if you’re Starfleet, or maybe even (beat) ::looking over at Richards, not for the person but his uniform:: security?
Richards: Response
Nilsen: Like this is the kind of effort you put in for smuggling weapons or anything illegal, not for basic supplies, and if you were moving some illegal certainly wouldn't put a cubic lock on that, you'd have a lot more security around it.
Richards: Response
Toxin was back on his PADD, attempting to trace the crate from its origin. He was aware that Lhandon had already done this, and he trusted that Lhandon wasn't the smuggler. Yet, sometimes Lhandon's overconfidence led Toxin to question his methods and work quality. Although Lhandon had always been exemplary, the report Toxin received on Lieutenant Nilsen a few weeks ago and his interaction with the alien computer made him suspicious of everyone.
Nilsen: I dunno, something isn't adding up but I think we should put this crate back, like we never touched it but ::beat:: we should put a subspace beacon, something small we can hide, a passive one that only gets pinged by navigational buoys. Then we watch to see where it goes.
Arlill: What if we lace it with a decaying isotope, nothing that sensors will pick up, unless you’re looking for it.
Nilsen/Richards: Response
Arlill: Agreed, I’ll get the isotope, we can’t replicate it, but we should have some in storage in the Quartermaster’s office. (beat) Be right back.
((ooc: leave this open as an opportunity for Nilsen & Richards to compare notes))
Nilsen/Richards: Response
Toxin returned a few minutes later with the isotope, he chose one with relatively low radioactivity but still traceable from lightyears away because of the decay path.
Arlill: Here we go ::sliding the isotope tube into the crate:: let’s get this crate back where it was.
Nilsen/Richards: Responses
Arlill: =/\= Computer, access Toxin Protocol 118 and initiate return transport when ready, please ensure the destination site is clear of personnel. =/\=
Computer: =/\= Transport not ideal, stand by. (beat) Transporting. =/\=
The crate began to dematerialize, Toxin had already called up the security camera in the cargo bay nearest the crate’s previous location, he could see no one was on that portion of the deck.
oO Henri: Clever Toxin, very clever. Oo
Nilsen/Richards: Responses
Arlill: Now we monitor and wait?
TBC / Tags!
Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
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